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 Janey's Refuge (Mg11, Mf15g12, Fg, slavery-ish, bondage, spanking, anal
toys)

   By Mannheim Knot

   >>>>>

   In a near future with too many children and not enough adults, Janey is
taken from a dreary Orphan Camp and brought to a fabulous new community
called Refuge.  It isn't what she expected.

   The story starts right in the middle of some action, and then flashes
back to help fill in the gaps and help the reader understand more of
Janey's world and how she became who she is at fifteen and beyond.

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   JANEY AT FIFTEEN:

   January Brook should have felt sorry for the little thing, but she
didn't.  Although Janey, as she preferred, sounded mean and sadistic, she
was actually happy for the child.  Simon had said that in the end this one
would find her bliss in being treated liked this.  Janey knew what it was
like to find joy in being taken without mercy.  For her, that had started
four years ago in this very room.  Janey had been a year younger than this
girl then.  Simon had instructed that this one's heart secretly wanted
things even rougher than Janey had liked them in the beginning.  The little
redhead didn't know that yet, but as far as Janey could tell Simon was
never wrong about these things.

   Janey slowly slid the smallish dildo back into the twelve-year-old's
sweet little bottom hole.  The girl whimpered around Simon's cock.  She was
tied face-down to the cylinder with her head hanging over.  Simon had a
handful of orange hair and had tipped the girl's head up so that he could
force his cock into the cutie's freckled little face.  "Face-fuck that
bitch, Simon!  Shove that big cock into her little whore mouth.  She loves
it!" Janey saw the girl's arms and legs flex as she pulled against the
ropes that held her in place.  She was fighting it.  Janey wanted to soothe
her, to let her know that they loved her, but Simon had said this one only
needed that after.  Janey had always needed an occasional display of
affection during the act.  It got her through in the early days.

   Simon pulled his cock out of the girl's mouth.  "Is she right, little
whore?  Do you love it when I fuck your face?"

   "Please, no more!" the girl panted.  "This is too hard!"

   Simon spit in the child's adorable face.  He rubbed it around a bit. 
"Don't lie to me, Tara.  You're a little painslut from the get-go.  Telling
me you can't handle it just means you want it more." He grabbed the hair
again and this time shoved his cock in deep enough to get a gag reflex.

   "Make her swallow the whole damned thing, Simon!" Janey gleefully cried.
She was happy for the child and wouldn't have done any of this if Simon
hadn't told her that it would lead Tara to undiscovered heights of ecstasy.
But Janey had to admit, some of her joy came from watching the little girl
suffer a bit.  She didn't have to worry.  Simon had never injured a child,
but they would suffer at his hands if it was their hidden nature to crave
it.  Janey had suffered at his hands, at the hands of some of the other
Founders.  And she had dealt out suffering to some of the very adults who
controlled her life.  Just yesterday she had taken a flogger to Evelyn, the
woman who liked to pretend she was Janey's 'Slut Mommy.' In the end, Janey
was a submissive, but she had learned to find pleasure in dealing it out
once in a while.  Simon had told her that the occasional trip to the other
side 'cleaned out her soul.' Janey was sure that was right, but it also
made her a mess down below.  She could feel some of her own juices running
down the inside of her left leg as she diddled her clit with her free hand.

   That made her think about the baby redhead's cunt.  Janey bent down and
took a little peek at the girl's box.  She thought she saw a little bit of
a sheen on it.  She took her hand from the dildo, because she knew her wet
free hand wouldn't serve.  She pressed her dry fingers to the girl's pussy
lips.  "Soaking wet," she reported to Simon.  "God what a filthy little
whore!" Janey took the hand from her own cunt and slapped the girl's ass a
few times.  "You're a disgusting little pig," she hissed.  "God damn,
getting face-fucked and getting ass-raped with a dildo and you're turning
into a swamp down there.  You should be ashamed, baby whore.  You're a sick
little freak!"

   Simon pulled out as he knew the child was about to be wracked with sobs
and might clamp down.  "Put it on, Lady January," he instructed.  "She's
being true to herself somewhere inside.  That's why she's getting wet." He
caught Janey's eye and held two fingers close together out of the child's
sight.  He wanted her to use the small strap-on.  He would have put his own
big cock up the girl's ass, but he was more careful when one of the teens
was helping out.  Simon was an expert at this, but Janey was still
learning. Her using a big phallus wasn't quite as safe as Simon's cock
would have been.

   Simon untied the sobbing little girl.  Janey could get into a strap-on
and lube it up in a matter of seconds without even looking at what she was
doing.  She saw the brief struggle in Simon's eyes.  Even amid all this
chaos, Simon wanted to hug the girl and dry her tears.  He loved children,
beautiful ones at least.  And Janey could see that while this leggy little
cutie was more adorable than gorgeous she would soon be as striking as
Janey's friend and mentor Margie had been.  Another tall redhead with high
cheekbones and slender, graceful fingers, Margie was at university now. 
She wanted to be a veterinarian and had the brains to get that kind of
degree.

   But Simon didn't hug the child.  He picked her up at the waist and
carried her over to the bed, roughly tossing her down and then yanking her
to her knees by the hair.  He put a lewd kiss on her mouth and then spat in
her face again.  Janey knelt on the bed behind the girl.  "What's the
little freak's name again, Simon?" she asked.  She hadn't really forgotten.
How could she have forgotten the name of a little beauty like this?

   "Kara, I think," Simon said distractedly.

   "Tara, sir," the girl said with a little sniff at the end.  Her sobs had
subsided, but the remaining tears kept her from being able to speak very
much.

   "Oh, Tara then," Simon said to Janey.  "Let's us fuck the shit out of
Tara.  It's what the little whore wants anyway." The next few seconds were
tricky.  Tara wasn't a virgin in either hole.  She'd been abused by a woman
at the orphan camp.  But she had certainly never done anything like this.
They had to be gentle about getting things lined up.  They disguised their
caution down below by Simon twisting a tittie while Janey bit down a little
on Tara's ear.  Then, as they were about to plow into her from both the
front and back, Janey threw an arm around Tara's neck and squeezed enough
to give the illusion of choking her.  In unison, they impaled the child
from both sides.  As they gave her a moment to adjust, Janey leaned forward
and got a loving kiss from Simon.  "You okay?" he whispered in Janey's ear.
He'd never had her help abuse one this young before.  Janey replied by
sticking out her tongue and grinning.

   They locked arms around the girl and began to fuck her.  He'd go in
first, then Janey.  He'd withdraw a little, then her.  It was a complicated
rhythm, but the two of them were so in tune with one another that they had
little trouble finding it and keeping it.  That let Janey enjoy Tara.  The
child was so warm, and her pale skin was so smooth.  Her shoulders were
just starting to freckle a little bit after only a week of spending time
outside in the nude or the little spaghetti strap "access top" halters that
the grown-ups here liked the girls to wear.  Janey had breasts now, and she
could feel them rolling across the back of Tara's shoulders as she fucked
the girl in the ass.

   Tara had stopped crying.  Janey realized you could probably hit this
child with a flogger and she wouldn't cry at first.  It was only the verbal
abuse and mind games that got to her.  Simon was quiet, so Janey kept her
own filthy mouth in check.  Tara was the only one making much noise now. 
She groaned, but she also moaned.  A week of regular sex games had already
led to the child no longer being able to deny that she liked fucking. 
After a few minutes of silence from the others, Tara began to throw in an
occasional purr or sigh.  She turned her head away from one of Simon's lewd
kisses and sought Janey's mouth.  Janey obliged, her tongue dancing with
that of the pretty little girl.  It was such a sweet little tongue, and
very nimble.  Janey had to admit that while she had always sort of loved
Tara in the way she loved all the girls here, she was now a little smitten
with the sissy bitch who was far tougher than one would have guessed.  Some
girls were subs but could only handle a little roughness.  Some, like Tara,
were tough enough to take a lot of abuse and still find sexual thrills in
the end.  Janey had been kind of in the middle to begin with, but she had
learned how to handle damned near anything.  Tara didn't have to learn. 
She was born with that talent.

   "I love you, even if you hate me," Tara whispered to Janey.

   Janey wanted to tell her that she loved her, too.  "Fucking sick little
freak," she said instead.  "You disgust me, whore." She borrowed Simon's
favorite and tried to spit in Tara's face.  But Tara's head had drooped at
the verbal abuse, and Janey spit right in Simon's face.  Sandwiched between
the two of them and taking a shaft in both holes, Tara still giggled.

   "You two bitches are gonna pay for that!" Simon sneered, but when Tara
looked away, Janey could see him trying to hold in a chuckle.

   "Oh god!  Oh god!" Tara hissed.  She went stiff between the two of them,
and even though their position kept her from moving much, Janey could feel
the tremors passing through the child's body.

   "What a god-damned whore!" Janey whispered in Tara's ear.  "Freaky
little fuck-pig!" Janey wasn't sure if it was just a continuation of the
climax or if the verbal abuse had sent her right into another one, but this
time Tara shook even more violently and then slumped.  Janey stopped
fucking her and just held her in place as Simon took a few more strokes and
exploded into the baby slut's cunt.  He groaned and then pulled back. 
Janey lowered Tara to the bed.  The older girl slipped out of the strap-on
and joined the pair on the bed.

   They were lying there, the two abusers on their backs, the abused
sandwiched between them face down.  They breathed heavily and Janey thought
Tara might have passed out.  But after a long moment, a slender arm slipped
across her chest and then a lithe form draped across her.  Janey looked to
Simon who mouthed "Be nice now." The older girl pulled the child into her
arms.  "I'm needed elsewhere," Simon announced.  "You two can rest here,
but clean up before you leave.  Sanitize that strap-on, clean the cylinder
and change the sheets." He didn't bother getting dressed, just slipped his
access fob around his wrist.  The new kids had been here a week.  People
were either naked or costumed pretty much anywhere you went.  Sometimes one
of the kids would be getting fucked in the hallways.  The adults could take
them any time or place they chose as long as they didn't have school or an
appointment.

   Janey cuddled closely with Tara.  "You are so brave and so beautiful,
little slut," Janey whispered.  "Everyone is really pleased with the baby
freak you're becoming.  They are going to be mean to you, way meaner than
we were today, but you are going to learn to crave that."

   "Why?" Tara mumbled.  "Why will I crave it?"

   "Because, sometimes that's how people want to be loved, and sometimes
other people want to be loved by having someone who will let them get the
dark out of them by taking their abuse.  The Founders like Simon are VERY
good at figuring out how we want and need to be loved.  And they love us,
they love all of us."

   "But Simon loves you the most, doesn't he?"

   "Maybe," Janey said, feeling warm inside because she knew that it was
true.  "But other grown-ups here, and older kids like me all have kids who
are extra-special to us." Janey smiled for a minute.  "Tara, you already
figured out that I kind of adore you, didn't you?"

   Tara giggled.  "It feels right to me somehow when you make me cry so
easy.  I know that's crazy, but...  I think that if I wasn't connected to
somebody in a special way they'd really have to work to make me cry.  There
was a woman at my orphan camp, a pretty lady, but mean.  She tried to make
me cry, but she had a really bad heart, so I just shut her out and she
couldn't get to me.  But you get to me really easy.  So, I guess that as
long as you love me, you can make me cry, because you matter."

   "Does Simon make you cry?"

   "A little.  But I'm not as special to him as I am to you, so even though
we like each other, it's not the same with him.  He can't make me cry as
easy."

   "He can make you cum, though," Janey teased.

   "By the bucketful!" Tara gushed.  "There's so few adults left, and I
just think handsome grown-up men are really hot!"

   "I think he's good-looking," Janey said, "but it's what he does that
gets to me.  The way you describe me, that's how I feel about him...  even
by the end of the first night I wanted his love more than I wanted the
whole world.  And he gave it to me.  I am so happy here now."

   "Janey, I can be happy here, but I get lonely sometimes.  My roommate
and I get along, but we're not into each other.  If there's ever a night
when..."

   "I can talk to the people making the schedule.  We get a couple nights a
week to rest and just hang out.  Want to set it up so we have the same
nights off?"

   "I don't want to cry then, though," Tara said.  "I just want to..."

   "Be with someone who loves you more than she loves the other little
girls?"

   "Yeah, and someone who holds me and talks to me like this."

   "Tara, I would love to do that for you."

   "Beca-a-a-use...?" Tara trailed off and grinned hopefully.

   "Because I love you, you sick little freak."

   >>>

   JANEY AT ELEVEN:

   More than half the adults in the country had died when the plague swept
through.  It was a picky plague.  It didn't affect kids.  The remaining
adults were scrambling just make ends meet and couldn't provide that many
orphans with proper homes.  In the end, they set up huge camps for the
unclaimed kids.  The older kids said they were kind of like the internment
camps they had set up for Japanese Americans in World War II.  The soldiers
in charge made damned sure the place was kept clean.  They kept order.  The
kids had meals and beds and even schooling.  What they didn't have was
freedom.  Janey didn't know anything about World War II, but she wondered
if the Japanese had been as bored as she was.  She was eleven now, and
three years in the camp was more than enough.

   She woke up and went to morning assembly and roll call just like she did
every Tuesday, but today was different.  There were rich people there. 
"Refuge!" the boy next to her whispered excitedly.  "They're from Refuge!"
Janey rolled her eyes.  Refuge was just some fairy tale that kids talked
about.  These people were probably just politicians or something.  She was
about to kick the boy for being stupid, but when one of the rich folks
approached the front of the formation of kids Janey could see a shiny gold
patch on the woman's jacket.  It bore the letter 'R' with a ring of leaves
around it.

   The visitors walked up and down the rows.  They were inspecting the
kids. Every so often one of the visitors would stop and use a piece of
yellow chalk to put a stripe on a kid's t-shirt.  They never said a word
and just kept moving.  There were five hundred kids there.  At the end of
the inspection, Janey was one of about four dozen that had a chalk mark on
her shirt.  "Chalk marks, go to Hut 5.  Everyone else to breakfast!" the
sergeant in charge barked.  "Fall out!"

   There were about fifty chairs in a big circle inside Hut 5.  The
specialist at the door told the kids to take a seat.  The visitors stood in
the middle and scanned the group.  After a bit of a chat, they moved to
some of the kids and told them to stand.  Janey had kind of suspected in
the beginning that the kids being picked were kind of being judged for
looks.  When the ones standing were told to leave, Janey was sure of it. 
They were alright looking, but none of the really cute ones had been asked
to leave.  Janey was a little pleased that she was now left in the group of
twenty or so remaining.  She knew she was kind of pretty, but she wouldn't
have put herself in a top group like this.  She looked again.  She realized
that none of the older kids were there.  That gave her a chance to hang in
longer.  Some of those high school aged girls were gorgeous.

   There was some argument among the group about Bella.  She was one of the
most gorgeous kids there, but she was only six.  The argument was quiet and
quick, and Bella was sent to breakfast with the next group.  There were
only nine kids left.  Janey overheard one of the adults say something about
"Five slots, six at most."

   One of the adults stood in the center and addressed the group.  "Any of
you have little siblings here that really need you?  We're offering you a
way nicer place to stay, but some of you might not even want to go."

   One boy got up right away.  He was in Janey's class.  "My sister is only
five," he said.

   "There's a good lad!" the man told him.

   Then, much to Janey's surprise, Rana got up.  She didn't have any
brothers, and her sister was sixteen!  The twelve-year-old made a beeline
for the door.  Janey could see that the girl was scared.  For a moment,
Janey was too.  But then she decided that Refuge HAD to be better than this
place.  She was gonna go nuts here.  Rana had spooked a couple other kids,
though.  Two more boys got up and walked out.  None of the ones who bailed
without explanation got a compliment from the man.  "That settles it,
then," he said with a chuckle.  He turned to the remaining five.  "Welcome
to our family!" he said warmly.

   The other adults swarmed them, then.  They told them how pretty or
handsome they were.  One woman looked at Janey and beamed.  "I'm Evelyn,
honey.  You're exactly the type of girl I dreamed I'd have for a daughter
someday!"

   "Thank you, Ma'am," Janey said and timidly leaned in to hug the woman.

   The woman sighed happily and put her arm around Janey.  "Let's get you
ready to go.  We have food in the van.  You'll have to eat on the road, but
it's a better breakfast than you were going to get here anyway."

   The soldiers hurried them along to Hut 1, down by the gate.  There, the
kids sat and waited for a long time while the Refuge people were given all
their records.  It was one last reminder of what life was like in a place
run by the army.  Then, the kids were rushed into a huge van with the big R
logo on the side of it.  The gate was quickly opened, and for the first
time in three years Janey was outside the wire.

   Refuge wasn't nearby.  They rode for four hours.  Even after a breakfast
that left her full, Janey didn't sleep for a second of the drive.  The
countryside changed from desert to mountain and then back to desert.  Then,
they hit some hills that were green.  "There's a really big river over
there," one of the boys said.  It was on the wrong side of the van for
Janey to see.

   Not long afterwards, they came to a big gate and some cyclone fencing.
Janey hated to see that she was going back into a fenced-in place.  "The
fence is to keep other people out and our kids safe," the man driving said.
Janey hoped that was all it was, but then she lost that thought at the
sight spread out before her.  It was a wide-open patch of green space.  The
ground rolled slightly.  She gasped.  "Don't get excited," a girl said. 
"That's a golf course."

   "OUR golf course," the driver said.  He drove on for about five minutes.
Everything was still green until they rounded a corner.  That was when
Janey saw blue.  There was a waterpark!  Kids were going down the slide and
splashing in the wave pool.  Grown-ups sat in inner-tubes and floated
around the circular river that ringed the park.  There were tennis and
basketball courts, and then more green lawn.  And right in the middle of
it, there was a giant white building.  "Yeah, we basically built a resort,"
the driver said.  "Don't get too excited, though.  It's not all play time.
Our school is going to be tough compared to the basics you were getting at
the camp."

   Janey could care less about the school being tough.  This place was
heaven.  And while there were probably fifty kids there, there was so much
space!  The girl next to Janey squeezed her hand.  Janey barely knew her,
but she squeezed it right back.  This was too amazing not to share!

   They were given a tour and shown to their rooms.  Janey ended up being
roommates with the girl who had squeezed her hand.  Her name was Kelly, and
Janey had always thought she was Chinese, but it turned out she was Korean.
She was really super pretty and only a year younger.  They kept them
together through dinner, but then told them to go back to their rooms and
"get settled in." Someone was going to come get them for "orientation"
later.

   Kelly and Janey made plans for what they were going to do first.  Kelly
had spotted stables.  She had always wanted to ride.  Janey couldn't get
past the waterpark.  Around seven that night there was a knock at the door.
"Kelly Kim?" a female voice called out.

   "Come on in!" Kelly called.

   They had expected a woman, but a teenage girl with long blonde hair came
in instead.  "Hi, sweetie!  I'm Angela.  Could you come with me please? 
Someone will be along for your friend in just a minute.  God, you two are
SO adorable.  Everyone is going to love you!"

   Kelly gave a little shrug to Janey and then skipped over to Angela and
took her hand.  Before they even closed the door a ridiculously handsome
teenage boy arrived.  "Hey Angie!" he called as he passed the blonde.  Then
he turned to Janey.  "Miss January Brook?" he asked.

   "Yes, that's me!  Janey Brook!"

   "Janey?  Okay.  I'm Adam.  Wow, they saved the prettiest one for me,
didn't they?  Would you do me the honor, Mademoiselle?" He held out his arm
like a gentleman.  Janey got up so quickly that she stumbled a little and
then did her best to walk coolly and gracefully over to take his arm.  "I
didn't see a thing," he whispered and patted her on the hand as she slipped
it through at his elbow.

   They walked down the hall to the elevator.  Just as the door started to
close, a beautiful redheaded girl of about thirteen came racing down the
hall and called for them to hold the door.  Janey would have been struck
just by how pretty she was, but as Adam held the door Janey gasped at
something else.  The girl was wearing a tight vinyl bodysuit and carrying
some kind of little whip in her hand.  "Not the uniform of the day," Adam
grumbled at her and then rolled his eyes to Janey.

   "Sorry, emergency call--one of the Founders."

   Adam nodded.  He turned to Janey.  "We cooperate with all the adults
around here," he explained, "but the Founders are special.  You saw them
today."

   "The ones who picked us out?" Janey asked.

   "Exactly," the girl said.  "I'm Margie.  What's your name, cutie?"

   "Janey." She was dying to ask about the weird outfit, but didn't dare.

   They all got off the elevator on the top floor.  Margie walked with them
until they stopped and knocked on a door.  Margie went two doors down and
knocked.  Her door got answered first.  The woman who had told Janey she
wanted a daughter like her answered.  Janey almost let out a scream when
Margie swung the whip and hit the woman's hip.  Only Adam anticipating it
and covering Janey's mouth saved her.  "Crawl, Evelyn, you naughty mommy
bitch!" Margie snapped and followed the woman as she scrambled into the
room on all fours.

   "People play different games," Adam said with a shrug.  "The Founders
are pretty good about figuring out what you're good at."

   The door opened and a tall man of about forty or so answered.  He was
the man who had asked if anyone wanted to leave when they were still in the
Hut.  He wore a polo shirt and slacks now instead of his blazer.  He was
barefoot, but that seemed kind of normal.  He was in his room, after all.
Janey noticed that he was good-looking, but nothing like Adam.  "Adam, my
main man!" the Founder cried cheerfully.

   Adam grinned and then pushed Janey slightly forward.  "May I have the
honor of presenting Miss January Brook, who prefers to be called Janey."

   The Founder bowed slightly.  "It is a pleasure, Janey.  I am Simon, and
I created the Refuge with a good deal of financial support from my friends.
Please come in.  Oh, Adam, David was asking after you."

   "I'll see what he needs," Adam said.  "Oh, if I'm not able to escort
Janey back, Pablo is on call."

   "Thank you, my young friend," Simon said in that warm voice of his.  He
took Janey by the elbow and gently pulled her into the room.

   It was a very odd room, but still beautiful.  There was a hot tub and a
huge television, and the huge windows gave a wonderful view of the sunset
over the hills.  But the part of the room to the left of the door was
filled with weird exercise equipment, and there were all kinds of long silk
cloths hanging from the ceiling.  "Have you figured it out yet?" Simon
asked Janey.

   "Figured what out, sir?" Janey asked.

   "The reason for Refuge.  The reason a bunch of rich people built a
resort in the middle of nowhere and filled it with beautiful children."

   "I've been so blown away by everything I never thought about it," she
said, suddenly realizing that it was pretty foolish not to have done so.

   Simon nodded slightly and grunted.  "Lots of our kids don't think about
it until orientation.  Those damned camps are pretty dreary aren't they?"

   "REALLY dreary," she said.

   "We'll give you a much happier life.  We love children.  Every single
one of us absolutely adores kids.  But every single one of us is a
pervert."

   "Pervert?  I know that's a bad word, but I don't even know exactly what
it means," she said.

   "Yeah, you kids are more innocent every year.  The army keeps you away
from porn and away from predators.  Five or six years ago, every kid your
age would have known what I meant.  Do you know what sex is?"

   Janey blushed.  "Yeah, some of the older kids find hiding places and...
you know."

   "Oh, I can imagine," Simon said with a chuckle.  "There's no stopping
teenage love." Simon looked down at Janey.  "Janey, all the grown-ups here
have sex with the children.  That's why you were brought here.  We love you
and do everything we can to make you happy, but we are going to fuck you
and touch you and do all sorts of sex things to you.  If you get weird
about it, it will take you a long time to become happy here.  If you learn
to accept it, you will become very happy very quickly.  You will even learn
to love the sex.  Hell, on nights they don't get called in to service one
of us, most of the kids fuck one another."

   "I'm too young!" Janey cried and tried to back away, but Simon still had
her by the elbow.

   "Nonsense.  We almost took a six-year-old today.  You're eleven.  You
should be in middle school.  In the old days, lots of middle school girls
used to fuck.  I don't want to hear anymore nonsense about you being too
young." For the first time he sounded stern.  "Besides, I think you're at
the sexiest age a girl can be." With that, he leaned down and kissed her.
Janey tried to pull away, but he put both hands on her bottom and pulled
her in close.

   "Please!  Please don't!" she said softly.  She already knew he wasn't
going to change his mind.

   "There," he said.  "You tried to talk me out of it.  You were a good
girl and did what you were supposed to do.  That's what the other grown-ups
taught you.  But the grown-ups here find that kind of thinking silly.  We
are giving you everything a girl in your position could want, and all we
are asking is that we do things together that make us both feel good." He
let go of her.  "Janey, do everything I tell you now, and this can be nice
and easy.  Take off your clothes."

   Janey backed away and covered herself up.  She tried the door, but it
was locked.  Simon had known she would get stuck there and caught her
easily.  He picked her up and carried her to his bed.  He sat on the edge
and threw her across his lap.  With one hand he hiked up the back of the
little dress they had given her and pinned it down with the same hand that
he placed in the small of her back to hold her in place.  He began to spank
her.  Janey felt the big hand's sting as only her panties stood between his
palm and her bare bottom.  After three strokes he stopped and used the hand
to pull her panties down so that they held her legs together at mid-thigh.
"Silly-Little-Girl!" he cried as he smacked her bare bottom.  Janey cried,
but he didn't stop until he had laid at least ten spanks on her bottom. 
Then he picked her up and held her close.  "Janey, Janey, please be good,"
he said, sounding very sad.

   Janey wept softly.  It had hurt, but worse than that, it had humiliated
her.  She was a little bit of nothing compared to him.  He was so strong.
But now, he was soothing her and kissing her hair.  He was running gentle
caresses down her back.  No man had hugged her and been sweet to her since
she'd been about five.  Daddy had left then.  Then all her grown-ups died a
few years later anyway.  "I'll be good, Simon," she whispered and hugged
him back.

   "There's my angel!" he said brightly.  He kissed her and this time she
let him.  It kind of felt nice to have him holding her.  Even her sore
bottom didn't really bother her now.  The humiliation she'd felt wasn't as
bad either.  There was something different about a grown-up getting a
little rough with you when they were sweet afterwards.  It kind of made it
seem like the spanking had been worth it.  Something in her face must have
told him a lot of that.  "I think, Janey, that you might be one of those
girls who will do damned near anything if it's with someone who loves you.
If I promised to hold you and kiss you afterwards, you probably wouldn't
even mind if I spanked you again."

   She was taken aback by that.  Sure, she had been thinking that the hugs
and kisses made it a lot better, but he was saying that she wouldn't mind
it.  That was different.  The worst part was that it wasn't wrong.  "Will
you love me?" she asked, her cheeks blushing red.  She hadn't told him that
he'd been right, but she might as well have.

   "I think I already do love you, Janey," he said.  "But I also think that
maybe your bottom could use a break for now.  Those spanks have a way of
coming back around in the morning.  I do want you to do what you were told
before the spanking, though."

   It took Janey a moment to remember what it was.  Then, she took a deep
breath and stood next to the bed.  She pulled the dress off over her head
and pushed her panties the rest of the way down.  Her little sandals were
open in the back, and she had lost them already.  She didn't want to just
stand there naked, though.  She stepped to Simon and pulled his polo shirt
up over his head.  Then, she took another deep breath and undid the top of
his slacks and pulled them down.  He pushed his briefs over his hips and
she took them down too.  "Oh my god!" she whispered when his big man cock
flipped out and pointed at her.

   "You're doing really well," he said.  "It's okay to be a little scared,
but don't get silly again.  Come on," he said.  He led her over to the
weird corner of the room.  He didn't put her on any of the benches or
sawhorses, though.  He had her stand in among the long silk cloths that
hung from the ceiling to the floor.  "I think something in this suits your
nature, my little love." He kissed her and stroked her hair and then began
gathering the silks.  He tied two together and made a loop at about the
height of his waist.  He handed two of them to her and told her to wrap her
arms in them like she was going to swing from them.  After she did that, he
picked up her feet and threaded her through the loop.  Janey had no idea
what he was going to do, but none of it hurt.  Her arms were going to get
tired from trying to keep her balance, though.

   Then, he took two silks and looped them around one of her ankles.  He
did it over and over and soon the silks held each other in place.  He
repeated the process with her other leg and then moved the loop up behind
her shoulders.  She instinctively let slack out of the silks on her arms,
and she was kind of level except for her middle.  Her butt wanted to drop
down.  "This is really weird," she said and squirmed.

   But then Simon went around and passed between the silks on her legs.  He
knelt on the thick carpet and put his shoulders beneath the back of her
legs.  Finally, he put his big hands on her bottom.  She winced for a
second.  Those spanks did hang with her.  "You have a beautiful little
cunt, Janey," he said kindly.  "Just a couple little wispy hairs to tell us
about the big girl you're becoming.  I'm going to make your cunt feel good
because you didn't put up a fuss about getting tied in the silks.  You want
to feel good, don't you, my pretty little slut?"

   "Yes, sir," she said, mainly because she knew that was the answer he
wanted to hear.

   "You are kind of a submissive little sissy slut, Janey.  You're going to
agree to whatever I decide to do to you.  But you had better learn to do it
right, my pretty little bitch.  You better say please, and then say thank
you."

   "Um, please make my c-cunt feel good?" It sounded like a question
because she was unsure if that was what he wanted.

   "Please, sir, make your little slut's cunt feel good," he instructed.

   "Please, sir, make your little slut's cunt feel good," she repeated. 
She was humiliated again.  She was saying things she'd never imagined,
calling herself names even.  Her heart sank a bit.

   "I will, because I love you," he said.

   Janey felt warm inside at that.  "Thank you for loving me," she
whispered.  In a few seconds, she felt more than just warm inside.  His
lips and tongue were kissing her little cunny.  She didn't even know people
did that.  She wanted to squirm, but he held her in place and there was
nothing for her to push off of.  She wasn't strong enough to pull away from
his grip on her hips using just her arms.  After a moment, though, she
didn't want to push away anymore.  "Oh my god," she whispered.  "Oh my god,
that feels good!"

   "See, Janey?  You're a natural little whore.  You are learning to love
sex already." He was stroking her cunt with his fingertips.  He even knew
right where her special spot was.  "As long as I love you, I can do
anything I want to, isn't that right?"

   "I love you," she whispered.  It was ridiculous.  She barely knew him
and he had spanked her and tied her up so he could do sex things to her. 
But he was a grown man who was sweet to her, and he could make her feel
good.

   "I think you answered the question without answering it," he said and
put his wonderful mouth back onto her cunny.  Janey didn't mean to, but she
moaned out loud.  "That's a good bitch.  You are really something.  You are
a complete slut, so desperate for love and approval you'll give up your
little cunt just for the asking." That kind of hurt Janey's feelings.  He
was toying with her.  She wanted to take back what she'd said, but she knew
that was even more ridiculous than having said it in the first place.  He
confused her, and she didn't really trust him right now.  But he kept
pleasuring her little cunny, and that made the other things go away.  One
of the older girls used to talk about her love-hate relationship with her
boyfriend.  This must be that kind of thing.

   "Tingles," she gasped.

   "I think you're getting ready to cum already, little one.  Beg me to
keep going, and I will make it feel better than you knew it could ever
feel."

   Janey wanted to stay strong and not beg, but she didn't have that side
to her.  He was doing something she wanted him to do now.  And he was
strong and grown-up and in charge, and he kind of seemed to love her some
of the time.  He was right, she would do anything for him.  "Please make me
cum.  I'm a little slut for you.  Make me cum, Daddy!"

   She felt him chuckle, but he didn't say anything else.  He slipped a
fingertip just inside her and pressed another one to her asshole.  That one
he didn't push in, just left it there for pressure against her hole. 
Somehow, that made it ten times dirtier, and ten times more pleasing.  He
lashed with his tongue and wiggled the finger in the entrance to her cunny.
The tingles turned to hot blue-white electricity.  It shot out from her
cunny all the way to her fingertips.  Then it was like some kind of
pleasure drug washed through her body.  Everything, everywhere in her body
and mind felt pleasure.  "Oh!  Oh god!  LOVE ME!" she cried.  Somehow, that
was at the root of all of it.  The physical thrills were new and
incredible, but ever since her grown-ups had died, Janey had had an aching
desire to be loved.  If letting Simon do these things to her led to more
hugs and kisses and kind words, then she would let him do them forever.

   "Oh, I think I do love you, little whore," he said kindly.  He ducked
out from under her legs and replaced his shoulder with one big hand
supporting her bottom.  He stroked her belly gently and then ran his
fingers over her little titties.  He teased them, pinched them lightly but
not painfully.  "You called me Daddy," he said with a smile.  "Do you want
to call me that while I do these things to you?"

   "It was an accident," she said.

   "But that's what you need, isn't it?  You need me to be a daddy and love
you?"

   "Please love me...  Daddy," she begged.  "Please don't go away!"

   "Ah," he said.  "He left even before, didn't he?  Foolish, foolish man.
Even if he didn't want this from you, how could he leave an angel like my
Janey behind?  This daddy loves you, Janey.  I might be the world's biggest
perv, but I will not leave my little angel." He kissed her and introduced
his tongue into the mix.  It took Janey a moment, but she quickly realized
that she loved to let her tongue dance with his.  It felt...  sexy.  He
broke for air and stroked her hair.

   "Daddy, you can...  will you please...  teach me how to fuck you?"

   "Well, I don't exactly need a blowjob first, but I do want your kisses
on my cock.  A little slut like you will love sucking dick anyway.  Hang
your head back." He moved around to the top of her head and reached down
between the silks and lifted her hips.  "Find it," he said as he supported
most of her weight.

   Janey searched for a bit, but she soon found his cock and began kissing
it.  In a moment, she was able to get her mouth around the end and started
sucking the head of it.  He moaned softly.  She brought her arms in and
grabbed his legs for support.  She took more of it in.

   "Let go and make sure to keep your teeth back," he said.  She let go of
his legs and he slowly and gracefully swung her.  Her mouth glided up and
down over the end of his cock.  He moaned again.  Janey couldn't believe
this was real, but she kind of liked the weirdness of it.  She was getting
tired, though.

   Simon lowered her back down and took two more silks.  He made a loop and
then spread the cloth out.  He slipped it under her head.  "A head
hammock!" she giggled.

   "Such a cute little whore," Simon said with a smile.  He walked back
around to the other end and stood between her legs.  "This will hurt,
Janey. But it's part of learning to love me.  I will do things on other
days that will hurt far more than this, but you're not ready for those. 
Someday, you will become such a little freak that even the pain will make
you horny for more.  That's not tonight, though.  Tonight, your new daddy
is going to fuck your baby cunt."

   He held her bottom in one hand and used the other to line himself up
with her cunt.  Janey thought of it that way.  Little virgin girls had a
cunny.  Sluts who fucked their daddy had a cunt.  He slipped the head into
her.  "Owie!" she gasped, but didn't scream.  She whimpered a little more
but then found her courage.  "Please, Daddy, fuck your little girl's whore
cunt!"

   He seemed satisfied with how he was lined up.  He put both hands around
her hips and ass and swung her toward him as he pushed forward.  This time,
Janey gave a little scream, but it was brief.  Her head was reeling too
much to scream and carry on.  Her eyes bugged out a bit as she tried to
take in the new sensation.  It stung where he had taken her cherry.  And
her whole cunt felt a little pain as it tried to deal with the big invader.
But there was more than pain.  Her mind couldn't quite grasp that something
big was inside of her.  It seemed like it was unreal, like it was happening
to someone else and she was watching it.  But then, her mind and her body
adjusted to it.  It was real.  It was her.  She was getting fucked.  "How
you doing, baby girl?" Simon asked.

   "I'm being a good bitch, right Daddy?"

   "You really are, Janey."

   "Good bitches can take pain if it makes their lover happy, right?" She
was trying to build up her courage.  These questions were all part of
finding what she needed to get through this.

   "That's right, baby.  This is making Daddy very happy." He paused for a
moment.  "I love you, Janey."

   "Hurt me, Daddy.  Hurt me if it makes you feel good." He didn't wait to
get asked twice.  He began hammering his big cock in and out of her tiny
cunt.  Janey whimpered and yelped.  She even screamed a little again.  But
part of her was grinning.  She was doing it.  She was fucking to make her
new daddy happy, and he loved her for it.  "Anything for Daddy!" she
yelled. "Anything for Daddy."

   "God, they never take care of you kids' hearts," he groaned as he kept
fucking her.  "All you need is love.  Can you take more, honey?"

   "I love you!" she cried in response.  He lifted a big hand and slapped
her tender bottom.  He did it again and again.  Each sting somehow lessened
the pain in her stretched and stuffed cunt.  That feeling was even more
acute when he pinched her nipples, far more ferociously this time.  It
stung, but it made her cunt feel better.  "Fuck me, Daddy.  It feels good
now!" It did, for the most part.  It still kind of hurt, but she wanted
that big cock there now.  This was all wrong, but that just made it more
their personal thing.  The rest of the world wouldn't understand how it was
love, but she knew damned well that it was.  Even when he reached a long
hand up and grabbed a handful of hair, it was love.  "I will love you
forever," she groaned as she felt the tingles returning.  She didn't know
how it all worked, but when he hurt her just the right amount, it made her
more excited.  She knew she had limits, but he seemed to know them, too. 
She closed her eyes.

   This cum felt very different from the first one.  It was like a big
convulsion in her whole body.  There was no starting at a center and
spreading.  It was a little painful at the onset, but then that pleasure
drug spread through her again.  Even the sore parts of her body sparkled
afterwards.  He buried himself deep inside of her and groaned.  "Take my
cum, baby whore," he panted.  "You dirty little slut, take it all."

   There was a moment then, him standing there catching his breath, her
hanging in the silks, where both of them were quiet and completely still.
Then he took his child lover into his arms and placed her over his
shoulder. Janey now loved the feeling of the big strong man handling her so
easily.  Without her weight helping to hold the silks around her lower legs
tight they unwound with only a little effort on his part.  Janey hoped he
would carry her all the way to the bed, and he did.

   At first, she turned sideways and cuddled into him, but after a bit, she
had some pain in her lower belly.  She rolled to her back and he pitched to
his side and gently rubbed her belly.  After a bit, he gave her a mild
painkiller from his nightstand.  "We can't use these very often," he said,
"but for the first time, I think it's not unreasonable.  Don't worry, I
gave the new kids' medical records a good going over this afternoon.  I
never mentioned that I was a doctor before I bought a pharma company and
struck it rich, did I?"

   "No," she said.  "I wouldn't care if you were a garbage collector.  I
would still want you to be my daddy."

   "But the having hundreds of millions of dollars doesn't bother you too
much does it?" he asked with a sly smile.

   "I can adjust." She tried to deliver that with as straight a face as
possible.  "But you don't have the big truck that crushes stuff up.  Those
are cool."

   "I'll try not to disappoint you in too many other ways, honey."

   "Daddy, I don't even know what really happened to me here tonight."

   He thought about it for a second.  "Well, one of two things," he said,
"either a highly skilled sexual predator identified a helpless little
girl's emotional vulnerability and used it to manipulate her tender young
mind and body." He took a beat.  "Or a little girl who needed to be loved
found a man who loved her deeply in the only way his warped nature allows
him."

   "I like the second one better," she said.  "Which one do you believe?"

   "The second," he said.  "I would have had sex with you no matter what,
Janey.  That's who I am and what I do.  But I never lied to you. 
Everything I said about loving you, I meant." He looked her in the eyes. 
"Lots of little girls have come my way and accidentally slipped and called
me Daddy.  You kids are so desperate for adults who love you.  But now, at
the end of the first night, is when I told all the others to stop.  But I
would love for you to keep calling me Daddy when we're alone together. 
You're...  something special.  You fit my tastes in many ways, and I read
some of your poems from your classwork as I checked your academic record
and placed you in classes.  Your soul...  it fits mine, if that makes any
sense."

   "It does, Daddy."

   "But outside the times we're alone, I'm just Simon.  The other girls
would get jealous.  And so would the other grown-ups.  You're still going
to take turns with them, angel.  We've always had trouble in the past when
kids and adults here get proprietary."

   "I don't know that word."

   "When they feel like they own another person or own their love.  Give
them a chance and all of the adults here will love you in their own way. 
We all have some preferences, and we don't do some of the more extreme
things to kids who couldn't handle it.  So, Margie is going to be with
Evelyn more often than you will, but Evelyn will want you to take some
turns punishing her for being a dirty mommy.  And David, when he's not
screwing Adam, will want you to stand naked while he body paints you to
look like different animals."

   "That's just weird, but it sounds kind of cool."

   "He'll grab you on a Saturday morning, and you can spend the whole day
being a kitty cat or a little bunny.  Some of the kids are absolutely crazy
for David.  Others just indulge him because he's sweet and they love him.
That's how we live.  The Founders actually live here, and we have another
couple dozen members who stay as often as they can.  With the regular
members you'll hook up with couples pretty often.  That can be really fun,
too.  For a lot of girls Mary and Amy are their favorite couple to be with.
Some of the boys turn out to like men best and have fun with Jake and
Miguel.  But in the end, all the kids belong to all the grown-ups and
vice-versa."

   "Are any of them mean?" Janey asked.

   "Tough, sometimes.  Twisted, sometimes.  But if they don't love kids or
can't control themselves, we don't let them in.  Only once did we ever have
a couple get through the screening and have them turn out to be genuinely
mean and try to really hurt a child."

   "What happened then?"

   Simon had a troubled look on his face.  "We broke into the room.  New
members are under careful video surveillance for a long time when they come
in.  We got the boy out of there before anything seriously bad happened to
him."

   "And the grown-ups?"

   "We don't talk about that," he said.  "The Founders made sure that they
would never, ever hurt another child here or anyplace else." He seemed
troubled again.  Janey kissed him and stroked his cheek.  He looked at her
fondly.  "Nobody else here takes care of me.  I think that might be part of
your job, too."

   "I will, Daddy.  Anytime I can help."

   "But now, you have to get dressed, and we have to call Pablo to walk you
back to your room.  The Founders are going to meet in a little while and
discuss how we think our new little lovers are going to fit in best and be
happy.  Besides, you have school in the morning."

   Janey did her best fake-grumbling about school, but she didn't fool
Simon.  There were new friends to make and kids who would understand
everything she was feeling.  After dressing, she sat in his lap until Pablo
came and walked her back to the room.  He was even more dreamy-looking than
Adam, but Pablo was one of those boys that even an eleven-year-old innocent
could tell liked boys more than girls.  He even told Janey that one of the
Founders liked to let him wear the same kind of little dress Janey was
wearing.  "I feel so pretty then," Pablo said with a smile.

   Kelly arrived about two minutes after Janey.  She kind of had a stunned
stare as she moved woodenly to the bed.  Janey was afraid to ask her what
happened.  She just moved to Kelly and held her hand.  "She made me do
things I didn't even know girls did together," Kelly said after a long
time. "But she was so sweet, and she made me feel like a beautiful princess
the whole time." Kelly sniffed back a few tears.  "She gave me sparkles in
my cunny, and I loved it, Janey.  I never wanted it to end.  As long as I
was with her, it all felt so right."

   "Mine spanked me, tied me up, and fucked me hard," Janey said.  "And
when it was all done...  I love him so much, Kelly.  He's a grown-up and
even though it got rough, he held me and loved me and made me feel like I
belonged.  I love it here, Kelly."

   "You don't feel bad about...  doing dirty things?"

   "I did at first, but no.  Not anymore."

   "So," Kelly sniffed again, "it's not just me?  I'm not awful?"

   "You're a beautiful princess, Kelly Kim."

   "Janey...  will you...  never mind."

   "Kelly?  Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?  We can hold each
other and maybe kiss a little.  I don't want to be dirty, but I would love
to make you feel loved some more."

   "God!  I'm really not the only one who feels these things!" Kelly cried
and kissed Janey on the lips.  The two girls slept soundly after a few
innocent little kisses and strokes.  They would become lovers after a time,
but only because their appetite for love and contact became insatiable. 
Really, they were just the best of friends.  They moved on to romances with
other kids, some boys, some girls.  But they were always a safe harbor for
one another.

   >>>

   JANE AT THIRTY

   She pulled her sleek black car through the gate of the Refuge and drove
down to the main parking lot.  The naked children playing croquet looked at
her with curiosity.  None of them had seen the car before.  There was a new
grown-up.  Jane got out and gave the kids a little wave.  They smiled and
waved back.  She could tell they were pleased to see her.  Reading kids'
emotions had become something of her specialty in her late teen years.

   It was Evelyn who had recommended that Jane go into psychology.  She had
always been a child who wanted to see how the relationships worked.  She
wanted to understand why people wanted what they wanted.  David had helped
her find a publisher for the book she wrote right out of college.  In it,
she made projections regarding the long-term psychological needs of a
generation of kids that had grown up in orphan camps.  It became an instant
best-seller and Jane got to take her pick of prestigious jobs in her field.
Her follow-up book, in which she designed a more emotionally satisfying yet
still cost-efficient model for orphan camps was translated into
twenty-seven languages.

   The plague had left the US and over the years that followed, nearly
every nation ended up facing the same crisis hers had.  Finally, a cure was
found, but there were still kids everywhere with no families.  She was paid
enormous consulting fees by governments around the globe and helped them
all set up the new style of camps.

   And Refuge just kept on going.  The Founders simply drew on an
international population of children.  Their love for kids didn't recognize
political boundaries.  And their money took care of all the problems
involved in obtaining custody of a handful of new kids every year.  Wealthy
now, Jane approached the Founders about buying a membership at Refuge. 
They made her a counter-offer.  A few of the original Founders had passed
away, and the group realized that they needed fresh blood and ideas.  They
had never added a new Founder, but it was time.  Even without the plague,
there would always be enough orphaned children to fill Refuge's demand for
half-a-dozen kids a year.  They needed her.

   She settled in for a week, loving a few children, but mainly loving
Simon.  But at the end of the week, the new kids were brought in.  So, Jane
sat alone in her room until handsome sixteen-year-old Karl brought a
nervous-looking little nine-year-old girl to Jane's room.  "Jane, may I
present the lovely Miss Fiona Downs who comes to us from Australia?" Karl
asked and gently nudged the girl forward.

   "Vielen Danke, Karl.  Please, Fiona, come in," she said as Karl closed
the door behind her.  "You must be full of questions, pretty little one. 
Guess what?  I am full of answers.  But first I have to tell you the one
thing a child must never forget at Refuge."

   "What's that, Miss?" Fiona asked, eyes wide.

   Jane took a lock of the girl's shiny black hair and gently stroked it.
"You will always be loved here.  You will be loved more here than anyplace
else on Earth.  Believe that, and you will come to be very happy." As Jane
said that, the girl looked up at her and seemed like she wanted to move
toward her.  But then, she looked down and stayed frozen to the spot.

   "I hope so, Miss," Fiona said and fidgeted.  She wouldn't look at Jane,
but the new Founder could read her.  This wasn't simple fear.  Fiona felt
something that shamed her.

   "I know it's true, Fiona.  I was raised here from eleven on." Jane
hooked a finger gently under Fiona's chin.  She raised the girl's eyes up
to meet her own.  "And the grown-ups loved me in every way a girl could be
loved.  And they did the same to all the children, and we were all happy
here." She leaned down and kissed the child.

   Fiona looked at her in shock for a moment and then threw herself into
Jane's arms.  "You're so beautiful!" Fiona said, weeping.  "I wanted you to
kiss me the second I saw you.  I always get that feeling around grown
women. But I thought it was wrong."

   "It's only wrong if they don't love you, Fiona.  Will you let me fall in
love with you?"

   "Please, Miss!  Please!" Jane held the girl in her arms and chuckled
softly.  Well, the other Founders had decided to toss her a softball for
her first time out.  That was okay.  She knew there would be challenge
after challenge in the years to come.  And Jane would love every single one
of them through it.
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